Luyện nghe bài hát People's Court

Yeah! Ah huh!

Yo yo! I gives a if you traumed up
Don Perignoned up, niggas from
Want what one slip and get ya balmed up
I got arm and my niggas homicide

And come to ya gut B!
ya done blon luck
Fucked wit the one
Gun harm one

Two fuck won do
Bastards niggas know I quick
As if had to ask, shit
Get ya ass twist, the rap's El Nino

Get ya brain
And I like pussy well enough
To hang wit it, you wit it
Same shit, it can't wit the lame witch

Soon as the slang
If you came, you get it
Plain as the
Wit the pens on cosine

And the nine
Leave you where I yo ass
Lost wit no sign, so wrong
I'm the nigga to roll on

Got the on
Wit the on
you guess wrong
I'm a press on,

Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's court
We hold in the street
I gives a about the D.A. when ya see Jay

Betta crawl for yo heat, it's court
We hold in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya warring wit me, it's people's

We court in the street
I gives a shit about ya disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya wit me, it's people's court
We hold court in the

I a shit if it's small claims
stealing ya bitch
Or if it's Supreme
stealing ya bricks

Look, my guns is all
pain, end it ran to
Whether you big or small change
When I it ball guage

My pistols miss trials
the dater rain wit no chance of parole
Bullets coming
I'm why nigga, try Jigga

You must
It's like on trial for your life
Wit a public
Let the jury the seats up

And the court calendar off
Wit number nine-millimeter
All rise, the honorable Jay-Z
Instead of a mallet, I a tool

All overruled
Stay in ya arguments
you understand it
Two guns, over left

how I cross exam
Like Tom
wit the Top Gun, you lose
Jigga no lie and y'all can't the truth

the judge, fuck the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court
We court in the street
I gives a fuck about the D.A. ya see Jay

Betta for yo heat, it's people's court
We court in the street, ya heard me
Fuck the judge, the jury
When ya wit me, it's people's court

We hold court in the
I gives a shit about ya disc, nigga dangerous
Watch ya wit me, it's people's court
We hold in the street

No sicker
No cell could Jigga
I drop these
Tripled out, no kitchen victors

No in a rhyme fest
I'm best oath
Raise my hand
And I spit it

ya facts for real
'Fo ya to act ill
When you blow
Ain't no coming back on

It's
set at, a half-a-mil
It's
For you raples

Red done, hate crimes
rhymes, I hold in contempt
You get time
For faking like you greater him

So foulplay, thats ya
Pay ya at the desk sergant
Say sorry, and take ya
I be sure to it

Flow
No defendant
While you niggas hold
Wit no in it

Three-time felon, third
Locking it down for the
Of Lifetime, Volume 2
is adjourned